ninety three degrees: ‘where my heart does belong…’

Reunion ~ Collective Soul

Wake, early. To start, a new year. Roads, wind me back. To the sign: 100% Pure Country. Almost, there. Hawks lead, the way. Through valleys, to a farm. With an oak. And my kindred, family. Joyously bound, in from the fields. To welcome, me home. Where my heart, beats true. And I lay down, my hat. For you.